I had a week off exercise. It was fun. I went to Scotland with work and I did work and I did not exercise at all. I tried to eat healthy but I also ate a whole bar of dark chocolate because Asda sold me what I thought was a bar of 70% dark chocolate but was actually 70% cocoa solids and 30% crunchy bits of sugar and it tasted amazing. In A bad way. I like my chocolate dark... so dark.
How dark? This dark:
On Sunday I overslept the Ajax ride so went to swim practice with Cardiff Tri instead. Apparently my plan of not swimming for 6 months while everyone else swims loads for 6 months did not make me any better of a swimmer. I was the slowest person in the slowest group. I'm pretty sure a dude with 1 arm lapped me 3 times.
I might by my parents this shirt, if I can find the right gendered one:
It was interesting because usually I kind of like all the exercise I do, but I really did not like the swimming at all. However I now want to swim more, which is possibly a strange reaction.
In douch-y swimming news, I need to learn how to breathe bilaterally, before my clicky shoulders fall off entirely.
Did you know swimming was super complicated? Look at this picture. This is complicated:
And today I went track cycling again. I did not crash. I did not get a PB. I cycled for 20 miles in a circle. It was pretty fun.
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